Personal Demons
I’m retired now. These days I’ve got it made.
I sit on my porch and drink lemonade.
You will never see my nerves get rattled,
Or my disposition become embattled,
No, not even if my conscience tattled.
With these concerns, I am never saddled.
My personal assistant writes the screamin’s
Of my staff of personal inner demons.
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